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Wake up.

Won't you wake up?

Listen.

Please.

Come on.

Fuck. Fuck.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, I didn't see you. I...

Sorry. I'm late for work, and I'm in a hurry.

- Sorry, I have no idea what you are saying,

or what's going on here.

Oh, sorry. I was just...

I was just saying that I'm sorry,

and I'm late for this work thing,

and I don't know where it is, so I'm a bit...

-Oh! Does it have to do with that

distressed-looking group of children?

Yup, that's it.

I'm... I'm sorry. Sorry again.

TV's own Elf Princess Carla

will be reading aloud in a moment.

-Hello, everybody. I'm sorry I'm late.

Are you ready to go on some Christmas adventures

with the Elf Princess Carla?

He pulled out his big Christmas bazooka and shot them all.

"Ouch, my arm!" And then they all died.

But they were tired and needed a break,

so we'll have one, too.

-Hi. -I was going to give you this.

But now I see you're some big important celebrity,

I'm afraid I'm just going to have to keep it.

-Yeah. -You'll have to get your own.

They don't sell them anymore.

It's very old. Like, very old.

-Well, that only makes it all the more valuable.

-Right? -Yeah.

-There you go. -There you go.

-Sorry about the mix-up. -No, no, I was the one...

Please don't go.

Sorry. Just...

Sorry, I was...

Yeah, I was just wondering, if maybe you...

If you want to go for a drink, and then, you know,

maybe you can have my autograph if you want.

I don't understand.

Surely, you can just give me your autograph here.

We don't have to go for a drink for that, do we?

Oh, right. Yeah, of course...

No, it was just that, I think...

I'm just taking the piss.

-Sorry... Okay. -Yeah, okay. Yeah.

-Like, right now? -Yeah.

Well, it's actually 11:00 a.m.

A bit early for a drink. Tea? -Yes, too early.

Tea is fine. I love tea!

So I know that I have some tea somewhere.

I just...

I... Oh, there it is.

There's all these different fruits.

-Great. -What would you like?

-Uhh... -Strawberry?

And I decided I wanted to do

some field work abroad for my thesis.

And I had never actually been to Denmark,

which is really weird, 'cause my mum is Danish.

So, I came here, did a bit of research,

and I go home in a couple of days.

That's why I'm here.

Am I talking too much? -No. It's nice hearing you talk.

No, it was like a Christmas TV show.

-So you don't really act anymore?

No, not really, no.

Only like that kind of stuff... Like the...

Like elf stuff.

-So, what do you do for your rent?

-Nothing, actually. It's my mum's place.

-You live with your mum, too? -What? No.

No, no, no. She's... She's dead.

-Oh, my God. I'm sorry. -No, no, no. She got divorced.

Then she got really sick. Then she died.

And now it's my place.

Which is... nice.

Wait. You live with your mum?

Oh. Umm...

Yeah, back in London.

Like, in separate flats, just in the same house.

It's not weird.

-It doesn't sound weird at all, actually.

It sounds really nice.

-So, what? Does that make me Queen of Christmas?

-No, you're like the Elf Princess.

Too much responsibility for me.

-It's your goodbye present. This is yours forever.

-Take it, please. -No, I can't.

Hey?

Fuck!

-What? What's happening? -Sorry.

What? What happened?

-I think you might have been sleepwalking.

-Oh, no. Did I do something embarrassing?

Like pee or eat something weird?

No, no, you just stood there.

-What's that smell? -Oh, I'm making you bacon.

I can't eat that.

No, no, it's fine.

-Sorry, I didn't realize you were religious.

-I'm really sorry. -No, I'm not. It's fine.

And I'm not.

It's just that some things stick, you know.

Because my dad was like super religious before he left my mom.

Like... Haredi, you know. Ultra-Orthodox.

Oh. Wow. Okay. But...

So your mum isn't? -Uhh...

Yeah, it's kind of a long story.

-Do you want me to make you some eggs instead?

Right. Good.

-Wait. First, can you just bring a piece of that over here?

-This? -Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Mmm.

-Krolle? -That's curls.

-That just sounds like you coughed and it's gone wrong.

-You know what? I think you're really jealous

that I know Danish, and you don't know any Danish.

Sure.

And this is halskaede.

-No. -That's it.

It's a very beautiful necklace.

Yeah, it's actually...

My mum gave it to me when I was a kid.

Yeah, it's an amulet. Jewish superstition thing.

It's supposed to protect me from disease, apparently.

-Great. -Yeah.

I promised my mum I'd never take that one off.

Speaking of...

She wants to know when I get in tomorrow.

I'll text her later.

I hate early flights.

-You have everything? -Yep.

Good.

All right...

Okay. Just...

-Bye. -Yeah, bye.

Maja?

I didn't go.

I got down there, and I couldn't.

I just didn't... I didn't wanna go, so...

I didn't go.

This is a good thing, right?

This is a good thing? Me staying.

Is it? Are we...

...happy about this? Oh, God.

I'm just, yeah...

That was crazy. I'm just gonna...

"You could give me a look."

"Walking around in the rain."

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"And the night has eyes."

"'Cause you're beautiful now."

"Yes, you're beautiful now."

"Oh, for Heaven's sake."

-"Open up your flower." -Eww.

That's your favorite song?

-In Danish it's very romantic. I'll find something else.

Okay.

You want to get that?

-Hmm? -The phone.

Oh, I'll get it later.

Are you not so hungry?

Okay, I'll make some more coffee.

What?

Hey...

Leah?

Leah!

Leah?

Leah?

Wake up.

-Okay. I think I'm gonna have to rest a second.

When is your flight tomorrow?

7:00 a.m.

Apparently, one of those cool carts

is going to take me to the gate.

So, that's pretty cool.

-I'm really, really sorry. -Hey, it was a seizure.

I haven't had one since I was a kid.

It's weird. It's been a really long time.

It was either that or God telling me

that I'm not allowed to stay anymore.

I'm sure that's what my mum thinks.

Hey, I'm just joking.

It's gonna be fine. -I'll go with you.

To London, I mean. I'll... I'll go with you.

-You don't want to come and be in my weird house

with my weird mum.

-Yes, yes, I do. I do want that.

Well, this is it.

It's lovely.

All right...

Okay.

Oh, Mum.